I was exactly the kind of girl this shouldn't happen to: devoutly Catholic, learned in my faith, and confident in my beliefs. At least, that was the case until God's worst weather blew Meg into my life, making me question everything I believed about love, faith, right, and wrong. F/F; references to religion, homosexuality, and crises of faith. Alternating POVs.

Brody Hansen and I, we had a system. I didn't like him and he didn't like me, but we both liked watching each other undress. That's just what happened when you gave good-looking, hormonal teenagers bedroom windows that faced each other. Full sum inside.

*StarCrossed Round VI Winner* Seriously, who died for true love anyway? You fall in love, your heart breaks so you get drunk and then you move on but this was an entirely new twisted view to the story. Could you imagine if Shakespeare had decided to write that Romeo had kidnapped Juliet? She had fallen victim to Stockholm syndrome and had fallen in love with her captor?

What do you do when your best friend hooks up with your twin brother and breaks his heart? Pretend to date the guy she likes- the guy you've hated since you've known how to. And hope the cliche doesn't catch up with you. COMPLETE!

Bailey is a talented art student who's struggling in one area: human anatomy. Although never her friend before the answer might be science, in the form of pre-med student Ason. Rated for language & sexual content.

“You’re a…mermaid? Like Ariel from The Little Mermaid?” She rolled her eyes. “Except for the fact that I’m no Disney princess, and I don’t have a magic sea witch to turn me into a human.” Well...this definitely complicates things. Round Ten SKoW Nominee.

The boy was gorgeous. Slap his face on a Calvin Klein underwear ad and I swear, those boxers would sell. It's just too bad we attended rival schools. Contact was off-limits. But then again, he had never been big on following rules...

ONE SHOT. “Jealous?” He knew the damn answer to that. She grabbed him into place so that no space existed between them. He knew he wished it were like this forever. “You wish.” Cute how they try to run when all they need is each other.

ONE-SHOT! Kissing booth. Age 11. Clark had been my first - and only - customer. After he paid his 2 dollars and placed a wet one on me, I realized just how many cooties I was setting myself up for and closed up the business. Now he's back for a refund.

g'night psycho, I thought to myself. There was a split second where I wondered who I was talking to, the invisible boy spooning me from behind...or me..the girl who somehow managed to summon him back from the darkest corners of dream world.

pluck your heart out of your body like it is nothing more than a blade of grass sticking out of the dirt. pretend your feelings are insignificant: little tiny insects that you can just swat away when they begin to buzz.

Perfection. I roll the word on my tongue and let it slip down into my throat, hoping in vain that it will find its way into my body and latch on to something inside of me, that it will take root and grow into something beautiful (that deep down inside I know I will never be).

It is 3:24 in the morning and I am staring at my phone, trying to scramble together the strength I need to call you. My shaky fingers pound out the numbers engrained in my mind, and my heart hesitates as I bring the phone up to my ear. /short fic about missing someone who doesn't exist anymore.

won't you run your fingers across my spine and dip into the valley of my heart? trace the scars across my soul and fill my empty lungs with words, close the spaces between my cupid's bow lips and send an arrow straight to my heart to help you find your way across my art of a body and entwine your soul with mine.

I don't know how to feel anymore, how to speak anymore, how to breathe anymore. So I leave you, the words I don't know burning bitterly on my lips. The words I love you echo in my head and I consider saying them out loud. But you turn to walk away and I am left with a space of could have beens and should have beens. I shouldn't feel this way.

Sometimes I feel so tired/ That I cannot seem to breathe/ My eyelids flutter shut/ But I don't know how to sleep/ Because I am kept awake by monsters/ That haunt my thoughts and dreams/ I am kept awake by heartache/ That eats inside of me

I know that scars fade over time and the line I etched into your heart is not forever That it will be gouged out by deeper rivers that burrow their way into you, creating canyons Separating me from your thoughts and your heart I know this.

I took in deep breaths, willing myself to calm down, willing myself to forget the little bird of hope in my heart, the possibilities I had just found myself imagining, the knowledge that I was in love with my best friend and he didn't love me back. Oneshot.